poverty,poor being
maybe i can find a way , maybe i can crawl myself out of this hole, oh yes this i pray to do baby i got to do it on my own. some nights i crawl out of bed without any sleep only to find that I'm not any closer the the path that leads out of this whole and into the glory of the light that leads out of this poverty, I've been laid in . i try and try to crawl on bended knee and hands and knees to climb out of this hole that be in but i just fall back all over again.poverty,poor being
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- jenifer
- alert but not enough sleep . hope my poems please thee.
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